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(Sirius!XReader)

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title: Arranged (Part 2)

word count: 1068

Y/N bites her lip slightly, pacing around in her elegant floor length eggshell white gown. She wrings her hands nervously, eyes darting across the room. Immensely regretting the decision to not hide a joint in her dressing room. 

Here she was, 2 years later, about to get married. Sirius and her had dated for the past two years, and true to his promise he hadn't let anyone hurt her. They had gone from forced lovers, to best friends, to actual lovers. As so, she had grown close to the Marauders, them taking her in as one of their own with only a second of due hesitation. She loved them, and she knew things were getting worse. Voldemort was more at large then two years ago, disappearances were increasing, things were getting darker, and Y/N couldn't help but feel she had roped Sirius and his friends into something that they shouldn't be forced into. She couldn't, and wouldn't, let them pay the price of her father's mistakes. They were so good, so kind.

"Y/N? Love, oh you look beautiful." Y/N mother says, popping her head around the doorway. She comes up behind Y/N , watching her in the mirror and grabbing her y/h/c hair and pulling it behind her shoulder.

 "Thanks, mum." Y/N mutters, staring at her reflection and blinking. 

"Nervous, I reckon?" Her mother whispers, fixing and prodding at various places of Y/N's veil and dress.

 "A bit. Mum, stop." Y/N growls, swatting her mom's hands away. 

"Y/N, stop it. You be one your best behavior, you understand? He's here. He's watching." Her mother scolds, giving her a dangerous look.

 "W-what? Why? Why is he here?" Y/N squeaks, feeling her blood run cold. 

"He's a guest." Her mother says, as if the Dark Lord sitting in the chapel isn't a big deal.

Oh, Merlin, Lily and James. 

"Sirius. I have to see Sirius." Y/N chokes out, her fingers shaking as she grabs her train, bunching it up and rushing towards the door. 

"Y/N! What on earth, stop! It's bad luck!" Her mother squeals, leaning forward and clasping to her lace covered arm.

 "No! Let go!" Y/N says, pushing her mother back and breaking away. 

She runs down the hall, ignoring her mother's screeches, and comes to a stop in front of doors similar to the one's she had just escaped from.

 She raps on the door urgently, "Sirius, Sirius please. Please open up." She says, panicked.

 The door flies open and he stands there, clad in a suit, hair slicked back and eyes wide. "Y/N? What's wrong? Hey, hey, calm down." He hushes, pulling her into the room and throwing a glance in both directions of the hall to see if there was anyone out there harming his wife to be. 

"Babe, you're okay. 'M right here. Breath with me, yeah?" Sirius hums, sitting her down on the edge of an antique dresser. He watches her in concern as her fingers wrap around the fabric of his suit jacket. 

Sirius runs his hands up and down her arms, kissing her forehead soothingly. "What is it? What's wrong, Y/N?" He demands, pulling back to look at her. 

"He- He's here, Sirius. Lily and James- they have too, they can't- not because of me." She chokes out, incoherent and nervously.

 Sirius furrows his brows, watching her with confusion, until it clicks. 

"Sirius, please. Please we have to find them." She pleads, starting to get up. 

"Relax, Y/N. Stop, love." He says, putting his hands on her shoulders and sitting her down again. 

"Sirius! I'm not bloody letting you all die for me!" She cries, trying to fight him off.

 "Y/N! Listen to me, would you stop fighting me! Your veil is falling off, beautiful." He says, wrapping his arms around her trembling shoulders and holding her still against the his chest. 

"You're okay, they're okay. They aren't here." Sirius says, unsure of how to help her without ruining her elegant ensemble. He wants to brush his hand through her hair, braided and curled to perfection. 

"They're not here?" She whimpers into his shirt.

 "We didn't want to risk it, just in case." Sirius supplies. 

Y/N relaxes, before pushing him away.

 "What?" He asks, staring down at her. 

Her lower lip is trembling, despite her best efforts to hide it, and her eyes are narrowed. 

"You're bestfriend isn't at the wedding. Because you're marrying me, Sirius. I'm back luck." Y/N says, shaking her head. 

"What? No! Stop, baby. You aren't bad luck. James and Lily are going to meet us after. I don't care who is here, as long as you're by my side. And safe." Sirius says, giving her an incredulous look. 

She bites her lip, blinking at him. She loves him, she loves him so much it hurts.  "You can still leave Sirius, you don't have to do this." She whispers, her eyes falling down to her hands in her lap. 

"Hey, hey. Look at me." Sirius says, taking her face into his hands. He brushes his fingers across her cheeks lightly, staring at her intensely. "What did I tell you, sweetheart? I'm not leaving you. Ever." He says. 

Y/N stares back at him before faltering, a sigh escaping her lips. "I love you." 

"I love you too, Y/N." Sirius matters, standing her up and pulling her into his arms. Y/N sighs, inhaling his scent of cologne and fresh laundry. 

"You look stunning, by the way." He murmurs, staring her up and down as she pulls away. 

He can't pull his eyes away from her, the way the lacey material hugs her curves perfectly. The slight red tint of her lips, and the light hint of makeup, although he prefers her without any. 

"Thank you." She murmurs, reaching out to fix his tie. 

"I'm serious, love, you.. God you look so good." He growls, pulling her closer and kissing her forehead.

 "You're going to ruin my makeup, hands to yourself mister." She mutters, as he presses his lips to hers. "And you really care?" He taunts back, smirking as he squeezes her hips. 

She giggles, "C'mon, Mr. Black, we got a wedding to go too." Y/N mumbles, pulling away and trailing an index finger down his shirt.

 Sirius pouts at her, his hands still around her waist. "Fine, but I can't wait until I get you alone, Mrs. Black."

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